Beth, who's eight next year, has been calling me every night from her bedroom since I started screwing and eating her delicious shithole a couple of Saturday's ago (diary entry recorded in "Dirtchute Delight"). She lives with her parents, of course, and is one of those lucky kids who has her own phone line in her bedroom. "Steve, can you put your cock in my bum again?" she asks.

"Are your mum and dad at home, Beth?"

"Yes."

"Are you touching your bumhole now?"

"No."

"Can you pull down your pants and put your finger in your bum for me?"

"Yes."

"Is it in now?"

"Not yet."

I wait a moment.

"Is it in yet?"

"Yes."

"Push it in further, Beth. Push your finger all the way into your hole, as far in as it will go."

"Alright."

It's been the same conversation every night this week.

Once Beth gets her finger in deep, I tell her to pull it out and smell it. Usually I hear her sniffing.

"Does it smell good, sweetie?"

"It smells funny."

"What's it taste like, Beth?"

"I don't know."

"Can you taste it for me?" ......(cont)